Escape

She cries oh she cries. The mirror reflects her tear filled eyes. Another night deprived of sleep. Another day that she wont eat. On her wrist another wound. Not dead yet but will be soon. Her heart slow, barely beating. She cries and keeps on bleeding. A stormy night and no one knows, the feelings she tries hard not to show. Her wrists hanging from her bed. When her parents come in, she'll be dead.

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